Morena tapped her nail at the silver of her holder, ready to
deny the request. The young woman made her case, but a simple curiosity was not
a reason enough to let someone in the labs. It wasn’t until Lottie mentioned
the possibility of further interest in recreating that Morena reconsidered. “I
can respect ambition.” A cook, already loyal to the family, with ambition –
those were not qualities that often resided in the same person. She opened her
purse, to pull a pen Morena wrote an address and a date with a set hour. “I’ll
have one of my boys pick you from here. Be prepared, if you fail to acquire
yourself a second invitation I can not help. ”
Lottie stood, barely breathing as she had finished her piece and waiting for the verdict. She wouldn’t get another chance like this she knew so if she blew it then she was really stuck. “Thank you Miss,” she said trying to keep her voice even. A small smile crept over her lips as the domme began to write and Lottie quickly put the piece of paper safe in her purse. It didn’t matter what she was doing she needed to make that meeting. “Yes Miss, I understand. Thank you.” With that she quickly excused herself happy that at least something had gone right for her.